A Head Full of Random

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I am an "accidental blogger". When I launched my writing career in March of 2014, one of the things that I decided to include was my journaling, which I have always found to be a comforting and therapeutic endeavor. It was a big risk to open myself up in such a public forum, but it has taught me that, for the most part, we share far more experiences than we think. It's comforting to know I'm not alone! (*the "Button Text" is the link to my first novel)

A Head Full of Random

11/24/2015

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A look inside my mind...Ready, set, GO

"Dang, it's cold today. Why does Jack sniff every leaf on the ground when it's cold outside? I can't even believe how much things can change in just twelve months. I have blood on my favorite boots from January and it's weird all that it has come to symbolize. I mean, it's just a pair of boots, FFS. And yet, every time I wear them I am reminded of taking risks, and loss, living life full-throttle and getting bumps and bruises from doing that sometimes, learning when to hold on tight and when to let go. Mostly, though, I am reminded of the "cost" of people, places and things. Why does this dog lay right next to me on the floor and lick himself for hours? Should I clean once I'm done writing for the day, or wait until tomorrow? A nap really sounds good, especially since I'm cold and I didn't make the bed today! And Oh my GOD the world is coming to an end because I didn't make the bed today. No kidding, if I have to listen to one more horrible news story, I'm going to completely lose my shit! Get it together, people! The thought of no alarm clock tomorrow? Delicious...."

The house is quiet now, except for Jack here at my feet and the sound of the "tick, tick, tick" coming from the clock on the mantle over the fireplace. I am mindful today that sometimes it's not a good thing to be left too long alone with my own thoughts. It's too easy for me to become lost inside my head as the world continues to spin and pass me by. I love being a writer, especially since the parameters allow me a freedom that doesn't exist in just about any other occupation that is not artistic. I need that freedom almost as much as I need oxygen. I also love being a teacher, with its very organized structure, time tables, and complete "orderlyness". It makes a good balance for me, and I swear I am nothing if not a woman who cherishes and looks for balance in my life all the time. Anyway, thanks for taking a trip with me down Random Road. I hope this Tuesday finds you well and happy.

Love,
A.

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About The Author

I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter.

Since then, I have learned to reach well beyond what I ever dared to think was possible. I've learned not to allow fear to stop me from whatever future I want to create!

What keeps me grounded? My Tribe! What provides the wind beneath my wings? A well of reserves filled with unstoppable passion!

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